The Chemicals Between Us

Here I am, sitting peacefully at work, wondering what in all hell I am doing here. My neck is throbbing from the excruciation i put it through last night, my body is telling me that the couch is probably the best version of a bed right now, and my mind is telling me, "you've got work to do buddy boy!!" In the words of one of Tatsuya Ishida's characters"Today is Ugh day".

But what a party!

Three o'clock this morning, sitting in my flat with the television flashing my archive of music videos, trying to understand what it is that happened that made it so great? I mean, the Doors Nightclub is fun, guaranteed, but i go there so often, i can almost prophecy the playlist, i get an urge to move towards the bar five minutes before happy half hour without even checking my watch, and know more people there than Mugabe has in his personal bodyguard. So what the fuck made it so bloody great?

I found out this morning that the one song i wanted them to play and didn't hear played after i had already left, so that couldn't have been it. not to say that the set was bad, in fact it had much promise. There were a few girls I knew from the old days of ManWhoring, who incidently were more like my pimps than my victims, so their presence couldn't have been it. There was one woman who I've felt an attraction to for a while who made an appearance, but the fact that she has a boyfriend always leaves me wanting to rather become one's best buddy more than anything else. That couldn't have been it.

Didn't drink much. Had only four beers.

There were some quirky lines, i will admit that, some instances where words were ejaculated from the most arbitrary people, containing some of the most inconsequential content, but just worked. still not enough to elicit any exultation of a night well done though.

Although there is one thing that I've glanced over, seem to have ignored and now I realize was probably the most important part. Was probably the reason why the night was so good; The Dancefloor.

Although influenced slightly by the music, last night was one of those nights where no matter what music it was, you danced. Whether it was that preppy stupid kiddie rock or the good old hardcore, you moved. you waved those arms around, swung your hips from side to side, or often thrusted them forward like a climaxing nymphomaniac. You oozed across the dancefloor, feeling every eye upon you, and at the same time watching everyone else. You jumped, you punched, you slammed your fist against the impenetrable wall of your ego, you appreciated every other person around you, whther they could keep time or not, you didn't give a fuck. You were the music, you were the feeling, you were the meaning of each and every song. you mocked the lyrics, threw the your head around for the favourites, you felt the vibe, and the vibe felt you, like a fetished succubus waiting to draw you in, and never let you go.

That was why the night rocked. That, and the fact that no matter where i danced, i had someone to keep me company, someone who didn't care just as much as i did, someone who was willing tomerely enjoy the moment, and not give a damn about how you looked, what you did, or even why you did it. So yeah, it was the people who were there last night, not the usual crew of maniacal sycophants that i normally tag along with, but others, others i'd shared the same experience with before, but had never reached the same edge as we did last night. So yes, thank you Tamiko for going just as mad as i did and for adding that touch of sensuality that blew all senses, thank you Wayne for going out of the way to uncaringly rock out, Gus for doing as you always do, and simply enjoying everything that they had to give, Vince for being the little punk in the works, keeping th lyrical and going insane, Caroline for providing that release just when i almost felt that it was dissappearing, Kyrie and Candice for acting the Ho, and breaking the standards of what you normally did. Thank you guys for showing up, and giving me just what i needed.

That night produced discomfort for me this morning, but i'd endure more if i could have another one like it...